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Footprints

It's hard

to fill the space with silence

when all I want to do is

throw myself away

like trash

and live among the

rotten banana peels and noisy thoughts of isolation.


Screaming for help,

but I am voiceless, a doormat

and the footprints are shaped like mine.



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